The Wives He Forgot Novels & Stories

Now he was getting on my nerves. “You forgot to call me? Why don't you say that you even forget that you have a wife at home, waiting for you. Tell me, did you remember? Why would you remember me? What am I to you? You don't even acknowledge me as your wife. I'm just the daughter-in-law of this house, nothing more, nothing less. My feelings don't matter to you at all.” I yelled at him, losing all of my temper.

Suspiciously empty, as most of her shoes and bags were gone. “That bitch!” I cursed, yanking the wardrobe open to find all her clothes gone. I chuckled with disbelief. “If you think you can run away from me after that stunt you just pulled, think again.” Pulling out my phone, I called one of the best private investors I knew. “Pete, I need you to find my wife again.” A short chuckle came through the receiver. “It took you long enough to realize. Although you would have found out much earlier that your wife was the newly announced LG Group heir if you hadn't cut the call on me the last time we spoke.”

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

It already happened a lot of times, and I was always one of the witnesses whenever it would occur while she was in a public place. The way she said that she couldn’t remember what Marco said just a while ago… it seemed like she was meaning it literally. The confusion on her face showed it all. The knots on her forehead as if trying to look for those memories in her mind—a person who wanted to forget about her past wouldn’t that. Something was up. Her frequent headaches weren’t normal. I sighed heavily and drank the wine that I was supposed to give Jane earlier. Fuck… Is it fucking possible that my wife couldn’t remember anything? Is it possible that she had fucking forgotten her memories fro

Everyone only remembered Avery as my wife. This whole situation was maddening, and this mysterious woman now seemed even more enigmatic. What in the hell was going on? "Married or not, it doesn't matter if you forgot so easily," she murmured, her voice laced with disappointment. There it was again—the same thing she kept repeating. What reaction was she expecting from me? Constantly pushing my buttons, reminding me of a past I couldn’t recall as if I’d chosen to forget her. "Then enlighten my memory," I said, my voice carrying a challenging edge.

Everyone only remembered Avery as my wife. This whole situation was maddening, and this mysterious woman now seemed even more enigmatic. What in the hell was going on? "Married or not, it doesn't matter if you forgot so easily," she murmured, her voice laced with disappointment. There it was again—the same thing she kept repeating. What reaction was she expecting from me? Constantly pushing my buttons, reminding me of a past I couldn’t recall as if I’d chosen to forget her. "Then enlighten my memory," I said, my voice carrying a challenging edge.

My bride. The woman I married in secret. The woman I was tied to by both choice and fate. The woman I lost. And I forgot her. How does a man forget the one thing that should stick with him forever? How do you forget promises made in the still of night, when two hearts decide they will belong to each other always? How do you forget the way her eyes lit up when you said you'd protect her? The way her hand fits just right in yours?

"To get my wife back." "Wrong answer." Lewis blinked. "Excuse me?" "You're not here to get your wife back." Dr. Walsh set down her pen. "You're here because you destroyed your marriage and you don't know how to live with that. Try again." "I failed her." "Closer. Keep going." "I made her invisible." The words came out flat. Factual. Like he was reading from a report. "Three years. I was right there and I made her disappear." Dr. Walsh wrote something. "How?"

“When the estate called and told him you’d collapsed, he drove out there right away. Since then, no one has seen the butler who was in charge that night.” A chill ran through me. To everyone else, it would sound like devotion. A man who removed anyone who failed his wife. I closed my eyes. This marriage, his man, this name make me suffocating.This man. They wrapped around me like walls. I rested my hand over my belly. If I stayed, this child would grow up inside those walls. I couldn’t allow that. But before I left— I needed his signature to end this marriage. Mafia Marriage From Betrayal to Obsession

That was a memory… One I shouldn’t have forgotten. As a sharp cry tore out of me, my chest caved and my fingers hopelessly gripped my clothes. “Oh… My love…” The mad man sat before me, his gleaming eyes watching my misery as though it were his favourite movie. “You always blamed that idiot for abandoning you. But, in the end, who actually abandoned who? You forgot the pain of your most important day and blamed him for everything.” He tsked and I ducked my head to hide my sorrow.